Sorin
I'm not sure how I imagined humans to be. They're interesting, complex. Most of all, they seem to lack faith, and don't see the wonder of the world they live in.
But, some can be kind and helpful.

The man's hands on his rump did not phase him. Being the easy going fellow he was, there wasn't much that phased him anymore. Also, living fifty plus years tends to give one enough experience to enjoy the little things: like having an attractive stranger grapple your @ss.

Pink lips curled into a pout at the man's words. "I like to think they were all being truthful with me!" Was his posterior really as great as he thought? Seeds of doubt tickled at his thoughts. Then he remembered who he was. Rupert Motherf#cking Berk! Of course his @ss was amazing! The pout quickly formed into a triumphant smile. Yes, he did have a nice butt, didn't he?

Now he was being offered to compare?! This was getting better and better. He stood eager with his hands ready to test. "Well, I mean, if you insist. I am a connoisseur of the booty." Right beforeh is hands could get them some hot buns, he paused to look at the man. "Oh, yeah, that does seem appropriate. I am Rupert Berk! A pleasure, my good sir."

Jocelyn blinked slowly, a sure sign she was attempting to process the information and it made no sense. Her brows furrowed. "You... like to play in the dirt, naked, with other people?" It should be noted that Jocelyn had zero concept of intimate relations.

She shrugged and wrote it off as a human curiosity. Maybe she'd revisit the subject later. "Okay. Never undress in public, because then we get arrested and go to jail, and jail is a bad place to be." Proud, she beamed at Sorin.

"Uh... I've never eaten human food before. My home is far, far from here. What are you hungry for? I'll eat what you eat."

To Jocelyn's credit, she did not blurt the question. The woman might be clueless, but she was a fast learner. It was clear Sorin knew more than her and if she practiced patience, perhaps he would share his knowledge. He had so far.

Her smile was soft and full of... comfort? faith? warmth? when she laid her hand onto Sorin's arm. "Regardless how you came into this world, you are one of God's children, and you are loved."

The hand fell away, and her lips scrunched again, the moment over. "How odd to be careful about who you undress in front of. And jail isn't a good place to be." She filed that away and smiled brightly. "Oh yes, we eat, and I am hungry. Are you hungry? Where do I find food? ...what's a GPS?"

"Oh! We can do that, too, but we don't have the magic cellphones. Do I really need one? What would I do with it?" So many questions, she nearly burst. The woman could rattle off a dozen of them in no time.

With considerable effort, Jocelyn tried to dial it back a few degrees. She forced herself to button her lips and listen to what Sorin had to say, and once again found herself puzzled.

"Where else would angels come from? Why don't you want to show me? You have nothing to be ashamed of. God created each being exactly as they were meant to be, and you should be proud." By both expression and tone, it's clear the woman meant every word. Further, she believed it. "But the way you said it, arrested isn't a good thing, so I don't want you arrested either."

Jocelyn watched with avid curiosity. Her eyes grew wide as he pulled the picture up on his cell phone. "What sort of magic box is this?!" Forgetting all her manners, she attempts to snatch the phone out of his hand. If successful, she'll turn it every which way. "How did the chee-tuh get inside of it?!"

Assuming she'd managed to purloin the phone, she'll clear her throat in embarrassment and hand it back. "Sorry... I've never seen that kind of magic box. You can really change into the spotted cat?" Their exchange about scents and fragrances had been forgotten.

Most females might laugh, or think the man was off his rocker. Jocelyn, on the other hand, stared in bewilderment.

"A what? Chee-tuh? What's a chee-tuh?" She broke the unfamiliar word. He offered distraction before she asked him to show her. "I do? So do you. At least I think it's pleasant." Jocelyn looked sheepish. "I'm not an expert either. You could smell terrible and I wouldn't know any better."

A pout painted the male's face. His toned arms crossed over his broad chest as he leaned forward as if to tell a secret to the other man. "Ah, but I could also taste so delicious, no? I am not like every slab of meat that comes waltzing down the street. I am a prime cut." The pout slid into a mischievous grin with a wink to top it off.

Matias snapped back into an upright posture, raising his shoulders then dropping his arms in defeat. "Maybe another time we can chew on eachother, I suppose."

Good, no awkward introductions. Rupert was a friendly man just not very good at starting any social interactions. The laugh lightened the hesitant air between the two bringing a small grin to the bearded man's face. "Hey, no apologies needed. I realized butts make conversation easier, which is really weird."

Rupert didn't expect a compliment to his finely toned rump but he certainly didn't expect for it to be called 'not bad.' What kind of compliment was that?! His hands then reached down to self consciously squeeze his buns. "I've been told they are exceptional by lovers. It is firm but has just the right amount of bubble to it." Rupert turns to the man, pointing his posterior out towards him. "Give it another try."

"How can you be so sure? Won't know until we try, hm?" When asked if he is poisonous he placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. "Now why would offer to be chewed on if I knew it would result in death? You mistake me for an untrustworthy man."

Well, he really wasn't that trustworthy. Sure, he never lied. Didn't mean he spoke the whole truth. "I do admire your caution, however. A wise decision."

Instead of doing as the man instructed, Matias burst out into laughter. Despite what most would consider a threat, the vampire saw it as an invitation for something new. "I always have been curious about the sensation of being chewed up. I'm the adventurous type, ya know?"

In response he pulled his sunglasses just barely off his face to reveal yellow eyes with black slits fixed on the man. He gave a wink before pushing them back up with another bout of laughter. "Oh, you are a riot, amigo."

Dark brown hues glances over the top of the man's sunglasses with a convincing displayed on his features. "Pleasure is all mine." After a once over of the stranger, Matias gave him a wink before pushing the sunglasses back over his sensitive eyes. "Be careful, now. There are some man-eaters out there."

A soft, melodic chuckle echoed from his chest in response to his own joke. Sometimes, he was too much even for himself.